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♪ Ah... ah... ♪

♪ Ah, ah ♪

♪ We are golden,
yes we are ♪

♪ Hear the thunder,
see the stars ♪

♪ We are golden
for all to see... ♪

(song shuts off)

(birds singing)

Yeah.

Amber, you are lost.

Again.

Nice one.

MAN (whispering):
Help me...

Hello?

Help me...

Is someone there?

MAN:
Please, help me.

Where are you? I can't see you.

Hello?

MAN (louder):
Please, help me.

Help me, please.

I'm gonna open
the door.

(door creaking)

♪ NCIS 15x08 ♪
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Original Air Date on November 14, 2017

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McGEE:
Can you deliver it the same day?

It's kind of an emergency.

Uh-oh. Whose birthday
did you miss?

Whoa, whoa, whoa. $50 extra
for same-day delivery?

Are you crazy?

That's more than a birthday.
He's in trouble.

All right.

Just go ahead and do the same
day. Go ahead and do it.

Yep. Big trouble.

Yeah, I'll hold.
You have no idea.

What, Delilah catch you
using cheat codes again,

for Grand Theft Auto?

No. Though
that was bad.

No, Delilah and I got
in another fight last night

about whether or not
to learn the baby's sex.

- I thought you couldn't find out.
- Not from the ultrasound.

Doctor didn't want to risk

heating up the shrapnel
in Delilah's spine.

But he's ordered
a new, special blood test,

and one of the things it can
detect is the baby's sex.

Well, I'm on whatever side
Delilah is on,

and I think you should be, too.

What? Why?
Because she's doing

all the heavy lifting, man.

Well, I'm doing
some heavy lifting, too.

Oh, really?
Like what?

Well, for one thing,

I loofah her feet.

I don't complain
every time

I got to pause Game of Thrones

'cause every five minutes,
she's got to go pee.

A gentleman. And a scholar.

Look, I just
want to know

the sex of my baby.

Is that such a crime?

You only have
a few weeks to go.

I mean, what difference
does it make now?

Well, for one thing,
if we knew the baby's sex,

we'd only fight
over the name half as much.

Hey, McGee?

Same advice as before:
just submit.

Hey, so what names

do you have so far?

Victor King.

Oh, boss. Don't tell me
Delilah's sending you

name ideas, too.

Yeah. But that's
not one of them.

Who is he?
Dead guy.

Grabbing our gear.
GIBBS: And call Ducky.

He's off for the holidays.
Get him back to work.

Hey, boss, I'm still on...

...hold-- No.

(camera shutter clicking)

BISHOP:
So, according to the ranger,

our victim was some
kind of businessman.

So, not military?

Why are we here?

He was under investigation,
our Northeast field office.

BISHOP: And then,
one day, he disappeared

without a trace.
Nobody knows what happened.

I guess we do now.

Do we?

What do you mean
by “a voice,” exactly?

How many times
do I have to explain it?

You're sure that you heard
a voice from the shed?

Where the dead body is.

And no one else around
for miles.

Look, I know
what it sounds like.

This is a new one for me, too.

But I'm just telling you
what happened.

Okay. See, the thing is,
I can't tell this

to my boss, Agent Gibbs.

So you're gonna
have to explain it

one more time. Okay?

AMBER: And then I opened the door,
and there he was.

Like he is now.

It's your turn to talk.

Wow.

Interesting.

I'm so glad I have
a gun right now.

You ever seen this guy before?
I don't think so.

I mean, it's little hard
to tell with the maggots

crawling out
of out his eyeballs.

No.

Never.
TORRES: So, um...

why would his, um... ghost

be calling you
to help him, then?

Oh, please.

Oh, what-- you have
a better explanation?

You're gonna find one.

Maybe there's a hidden speaker.

No speaker.

Duck?

Well, hearing voices
is a common

auditory hallucination...

which may
or may not be

associated with
a mental health problem.

TORRES:
Well, that body is not

a hallucination.

Something
led her to it.

GIBBS: Torres, enough.
TORRES: What? I-I...

I've seen a lot stranger
things in this world

than-than a dead man...
AMBER: Shh.

Tell me you didn't
just hear that.

Um...

Hear what?

AMBER:
Him.

H-He's still talking.

He says he's cold.

McGEE:
Victor King, 55.

Owned a large,
multinational steel company

and was a prominent
Navy supplier.

Was also a golfer,
an avid hiker...

And had been under investigation
by the DoD

for the last two years.

Fraud, bribery,
selling defective materials.

Real class act.

Why was this guy
still walking around?

His lawyers were always
one step ahead.

Feds could never
make anything stick.

Then, in February,
King disappeared.

Nobody could find him.

Until she came along.

McGEE: Amber Davis. A network
software engineer.

Just moved to Virginia.

Where was she
when our victim died?

Well, if we go by Ducky's
preliminary time of death

of February, she was in Uganda,
setting up a computer network

for a relief charity.

McGEE: So whatever
happened to King,

Amber wasn't even
in the country for it.

Um, are we gonna talk
about what she heard

when we were standing there?

No.

I definitely did not
hear anything.

King said he was cold.

Oh, he did, now?

Okay, McGee, I get it.

You're not a Belieber. I get it.

Bishop?

You all heard me
say “no,” right?

BISHOP: I do
believe in ghosts.

But actually
talking to them?

The jury's still out.

McGEE:
Wait, what jury?

There's absolutely no evidence
that ESP exists.

Not yet. But there could be some
kind of principle of science

that hasn't been discovered.

Enough with the voodoo!

We focus on what we can
prove, what we know.

That's it.
TORRES: Well, right now,

we don't know anything,
and if Amber is getting messages

from this dead guy...

Then, maybe she can help
find out what happened to him.

- Oh, yeah?
- I'm just saying, it might

be worth talking
to Amber again.

You never know
what somebody knows.

Jack, knock yourself out.

I will, Gibbs.

AMBER:
I already told

those other agents
what happened.

And with the exception of
the-the cutie with the accent...

Mm-hmm.

I don't think
they believed me.

I get the sense even
you don't believe you.

Well, I'm a computer scientist,
not a tarot card reader.

Please.

I might be able
to help you with that.

Have a seat.

Let's see.

Did you ever call
a friend on the phone

and they say,
“Yo, babe,

what up? I was just
about to call you”?

Yeah. It's called a coincidence.

Sometimes. And sometimes,

it's because you both heard
the same song on the radio,

and it reminded you
of each other.

See, the-the brain
is an amazing thing,

capable of making connections
that are so incredible,

sometimes it can
seem like you're...

Like you're psychic?
Bingo.

Sometimes the connections
are subconscious,

like that gut feeling
that you get.

But in some people,
they manifest

as an inner voice.

Yeah, this was no
inner voice I heard.

I believe

that your subconscious mind

picked up various clues
about where King's body was.

Perhaps a chance encounter
with the murderer himself.

And then my brain
synthesized those clues,

and led me to the shed.

Exactly.

(laughing):
Okay.

Okay, so what now?

Now we try to figure out
where those clues came from.

And see if they can lead us
back to the murderer.

Right.

All right.

I'm in.

Good. So...

Let's start with
a regular day for you.

You married?
Divorced.

Kids?

I had a daughter.

She died last year.

In her sleep. It was her heart.

I'm very sorry to hear that.

So am I.

Ended my marriage.

I think.

To be honest, I'm-I'm not
really sure what happened.

Hmm.

The worst part is,

every time I even picture
her face, I see...

...Victor King.

He's fighting with someone.

Amber?

Uh...

Amber, can you hear me?

A man in a car.

Amber, can you see
who's in the car?

Amber, d-do you know
where it is?

Where's the car?

West Bay.

West Bay. West Bay.

He had an accident.

JIMMY:
How about this Amber?

I-I mean, can people
really talk to the dead?

You are seriously
asking me that?

(both laugh)

The real question is...

Can they talk back?
And the answer is...

- No.
- Oh, I disagree, Jethro.

This man had a lot to tell us,
starting with how he died.

Hypothermia!

Have a little respect, Doctor.

Sorry, Doctor.
It's just that I've never seen

such well-formed
Wischnewski spots before.

Hey, you sure about that?
Oh, trust me, Gibbs, these are

really great Wischnewski spots.

Hypothermia.
DUCKY: Yes.

He shows all the classic signs.

Point to Amber. She did say

that King told her
that he was cold.

Judging by the pattern
of the frostbite,

I'd say this man became lost
when hiking and froze to death.

Which, incidentally, makes this
an accident, not a murder.

I take it you do not concur?

Guy was
an experienced hiker, Doc.

He gets lost in a state park?

Maybe we should
talk to Amber again.

I mean, she might be able to...
Hey, enough.

We're done with
the hearing voices.

Actually, we're not.

I just got back
from the Pentagon.

DoD wants this solved ASAP.

King was a thorn
in their side,

and they want it pulled
before this case gets cold.

We're working on it.

Well, you should
work on it with Amber.

I want you to use her
as a source.

Ah, come on, Leon.

Gibbs, I know how you feel,

but NCIS has worked
with psychics before.

So have I, in fact.
Yeah?

How'd that work out?

The sky didn't fall,
let's put it that way.

Look, we have questions,
Amber might have answers.

Don't waste a possible asset.

And that's an order.

You know, Amber and
Agent Sloane are...

taking quite a...
quite a while up there.

Yeah. It's called
an interview.

Keep telling you guys,
you keep messing with the dead,

that's bad juju.

If they don't come down soon,

you're gonna go up there
and get them.

They're fine.

Sloane just sent me an e-mail
ten minutes ago.

She has a lead
on a murder suspect,

and I've been trying
to track it down.

What's she got?

BISHOP:
Make and color of a car,

somewhere by West Bay.

That's not a lot to go on.

West Bay--
is that a town, a street?

BISHOP: Pulling up a list
of all vehicles

matching that make and color.

All right, 62 hits,
but none registered in West Bay.

West Bay.

What if it's not a place?

BISHOP:
Thomas Westbay.

Pulling up his record.

It says he works for OSHA.

That was fast.

Is that the guy
you saw?

AMBER:
Yeah.

That's him.

Looks like the
chat went well.

I need to go talk
to a colleague.

And an electrician.

GIBBS:
What do we got?

Murder suspect.

Uh, actually, hang on.

Thomas Westbay
can't be our murderer.

He died in a car accident

two days before
King disappeared.

That was no accident.

How do you know that?

I just know.

Good luck with that.

(sighs) Abby, I need
some inspiration.

Hey.

Well, I can offer you
a grease-covered BLT.

And that's not bacon grease.

Mm, I'll pass.
What's up?

I'm trying to find
a connection between

this Westbay guy
and our victim.

Credit cards
were a bust.

I've got DoD unloading reports
on their investigation.

Hoping it jogs something loose.

Well, let the jogging begin.
(chuckles)

(clears throat)

Uh, Jimmy Lancaster, DoD,

with the files
on the King investigation,

aka The Man We Could
Never Catch.

Well, luckily we have
a secret weapon.

Yeah, I heard you guys

are working with a psychic.

Network engineer.
Oh.

Hey, uh, I lost
my wedding ring last week.

Any chance I could
talk to her before my wife...

No. Bye.
Oh.

Thank you.
Yep.

McGee, I had no idea you were
so closed-minded about this.

Look, just because I don't
think that ghosts are...

Danger, Will Robinson.

You are speaking
to someone

who believes in God,

and believes in
the immortal soul,

and whose third favorite movie
is Ghost.

Okay, then show me the money.

Amber says this wasn't
an accident.

Police say it was.
They wrong?

The police concluded
that Westbay

fell asleep when he was driving,

citing the lack of intoxication
and the clear weather...

And the fact that he never
hit the brakes before crashing.

Except I think he did.

He pushed down so hard

that his shoe left an imprint
on the brake pedal.

Yeah, but there'd be skid marks.

Not if the brakes were out.

Box Guy, can you just
stick to the boxes, please?

Thank you.

The police report
said that

the brakes were in
perfect working order.

And they are, now.

But I just don't think they
were when Westbay crashed.

Well, what are you saying?
You're saying that

somebody rigged his brakes
to fail?

Yeah, and then they magically
fixed themselves

before the cops showed up.
I know.

It sounds like crazy talk,
but this is a crazy world.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Hold on, hold on.

These are Westbay's
credit card charges.

There's a bunch
from the same mechanic.

Every three weeks
like clockwork.

This car is new.

There's no reason for him to be
seeing a mechanic that often.

I think it's time you went
and talked to that mechanic.

And... Amber was right.

This...

...was no accident.

TORRES:
All right, and then after that,

you replaced
Westbay's muffler.

Three weeks after that,
his windshield.

Three weeks after that, the
tires, et cetera, et cetera.

Hey, tell me, you ever work on
Westbay's brakes, by any chance?

Maybe.

I'm a mechanic.
I do mechanical things.

Well, it says here that you do
a lot more than that.

Arrests for check
fraud, bank fraud...

I did my time.
You got a point?

What I got is two murder victims

and a feeling you had something
to do with at least one of them.

Whoa, slow down.

I ain't got nothing
to do with any of that.

But you know something.

We can just call your
parole officer and talk to her.

You make that call,

I'm back in the big house,
just because.

All right, well, then give me
a reason not to make it.

(chuckles)

Look, I-I didn't actually
touch Westbay's car, okay?

So these invoices are fake?

Look,

Westbay was a client of

a side business I had going on.

He had some government job.

Yeah, building inspector, OSHA.
Whatever.

But he was on the take.

Took bribes
to look the other way.

Every few weeks,
he'd bring me the cash,

and I'd deliver it to a guy
to launder it for him.

Those fake invoices,

uh, covered my fee.

Now, as far as his accident,

if that wasn't an accident,
that's news to me.

Interesting.

So we have
a dirty OSHA inspector,

a dirty steel magnate...

What's the connection?
Aside from dirt.

Working on it.
With Amber?

I-I'm really right
there with you.

I totally understand
your ambivalence.

I'm not ambivalent.
I'm not saying at all

that she can talk to the dead,
believe me.

She can't.

If you could've seen
her in my office,

there is something up
with this chick.

I-I don't know what it is,
but it made my skin crawl.

Just give her
another chance.

(knock on door)

Hi.

Um...

so y-you said you wanted
to talk about the case?

Yep.

Thanks.

Wouldn't that involve,
you know,

actually talking?

You don't know
what I'm gonna say?

Well, it doesn't take a psychic
to guess.

You think
I'm full of it.

Yeah. I don't blame you.

And yet
how do you explain

the voices I heard?

The visions?

How do you explain it?

Well, how do you explain
this gut instinct of yours

your agents keep talking about?
I don't.

It is what it is.

Then can't I just be what I am?

Whatever I am?

What's this?

Gas cap.

Out of Westbay's car.

Oh, yeah?

And what am I
supposed to do with it?

Nothing, I guess.

Wait.

I need a pen.

BISHOP:
You got Amber's map?

Yeah. We are
going that way.

Not that we know what
we're looking for.

No. Neither does Amber.

All she said was something
was buried out here.

Something to do
with the case.

Excuse me while I vomit
in my mouth.

Do you know that 73%
of the public

believe in the paranormal?

They all wrong?
They were wrong about Titanic.

Ah. So a skeptic
and a cynic.

No, a realist.

Look, believe me, I would love

for Amber to be
the real deal, okay?

Maybe she could tell me
what kind of baby I'm having.

Probably a cute one.
Delilah had

that new blood test
this morning.

Put the doctor
under strict orders

not to tell me
the sex of the baby.

- Mm.
- So I'm kind of out of options.

Unless you...
hack the doctor's computer,

take a peek
at the results yourself.

McGee, don't even
think about it.

Aside from being illegal,
it is illegal.

And... Delilah
would kill you

if she found out.

Ah, good point.

Ah...

Whoa!

You okay? What happened?

Ow.
(coughs)

Some kind of depression
in the ground.

(groans)

(metallic clack, scrape)

Right where Amber
said it would be.

All right,
let's open it.

TORRES:
Hey, Abbs. Just came to see

what our treasure looks
like. Anything good?

Oh, it's beyond good.

This is, like,
murder weapon-palooza.

(chuckles): It looks like McGee
went shopping at Sharper Image.

Oh, you can't buy this
at Sharper Image.

What is that?
That is a custom-made OBD drive,

which stands for
On-Board Diagnostics.

It's a computer port
for your car

that's used to troubleshoot
mechanical problems.

Only this puppy
was specifically made

to cause problems.

No offense to puppies.

When the drive was plugged
into Westbay's car,

it programmed the computer to
disable the brakes temporarily,

and then re-enable them

before the crash scene
investigators could notice.

Wait, so Amber was right--
no accident.

No. I mean, that we knew.

But the news of the day

is that neither was Victor King
getting lost in the woods.

This is

an ES6 GPS hiker's watch.

It's registered
to King.

Someone hacked into it remotely

and messed with the GPS,
so when King thought

that the watch was guiding him
back to his car...

It was leading him deeper
and deeper into the forest.

And he froze to death.

Yeah. It was a...

“perfect murder”... ish.

Except the killer didn't count on having
a psychic on his tail.

Otherwise, he probably
would have wiped

his fingerprints off
the murder weapons.

You got prints?

- I'm running them now.
- Wow.

- Amber's two for two.
- Yeah.

Didn't see that coming.

I got a match
on the killer's prints.

What is Amber's picture doing
on that screen?

Amber is the killer.

SLOANE:
Right under our noses

(door opens)
all this time.

The upside was seeing McGee
tell Torres,

(singsongy):
“I told you so.”

I never heard
an adult

use that phrase with such glee.

Have I missed much?
I'm curious to see

the interrogation of a liar
as skillful as this one.

We're just
getting started.

(door opens)

(door closes)

(door opens)

Agent Gibbs,
wh-what is going on?

Why am I in this room?

(sighs)

Am I supposed to know
what those are?

We're done with the games.

I don't know
what that means.

It means we know you
killed Victor King

and Thomas Westbay.

Excuse me?

It means you're
not a psychic.

It means you don't
hear dead people.

And you knew where King's body
was because you put it there.

O-Oh, yeah?

When?

When I was...

building an entire
Wide Area Network from scratch

6,000 miles away in Uganda?

No. After.

You flew in on a
fake passport...

and facial recognition
found you in Customs.

You doctored that.

She really is quite convincing.

This isn't possible.

I-I mean, I'm the one
who led you to that box

in the first place,
after you...

gave me
the victim's gas cap.

You mean this?

That's my gas cap.

I didn't kill them.
You have the skills,

- It wasn't me.
- the opportunity-- the only thing

- we don't have is the motive.
- Look, why?

Nobody's this good.

(whispers):
What is happening?

Tell us why.

Then we can talk.

Agent Gibbs...

can I trust you?

(sniffles)

I didn't kill those men.

(sniffles)
I wouldn't...

kill those men.

But I'm not blind.

A-And I don't...

know how to explain any of it.

But if you can promise me

that you won't railroad
an innocent person,

then I can promise you that...

I will help you figure out
what is going on.

I'll help you find justice...

...if you can promise me
the same thing.

Deal?

Whew. That's a new one.

I'm open to
suggestions here.

I think the first question
is whether we all believe

that she's as clueless
as she claims.

So, some kind
of disassociative disorder?

Combined with
a fugue state, perhaps.

Or psychogenic amnesia.
English.

It is possible she
committed these murders

and then repressed
the memories of them.

Right. And now they're
bubbling to the surface

in the form of these voices
that she keeps hearing.

Her conscience, as it were,
calling out to her,

triggered by all the evidence
you keep presenting.

Although...

repressed memories
are usually the result

of some sort of trauma.

She did lose a
daughter recently.

Nothing is more
traumatic than that.

How did she die?

In her sleep. Bad heart.

According to Amber.

Well, perhaps it's time

for you to start digging
a little deeper.

MAN:
Murder?

M-My ex-wife?

No, there has to be
some mistake.

There isn't.

Who did she kill?

Why?
Well, that is what

we're trying to figure out.

Do you know them?

No.

Wait, where is she?
Does she need money for bail?

I have a house--
I can put that up if I need do.

We're transferring her
to a psych hospital.

You can see her there.

When?
You know,

I have to tell you,
my ex wouldn't be

this supportive of me
if I was accused of shoplifting,

much less... murder.

Well, I didn't want
the divorce.

But, uh,
after our daughter died...

it was a hard time for me.

Yeah. For both
of you, I'm sure.

You'd think.

When our little girl died,
it nearly destroyed us,

and then... Amber moved on.

I tried. I...
I really, really tried,

but I couldn't.

And I couldn't stand to be
in the same room

with someone who wasn't
in as much pain as I was.

It's your daughter I actually
wanted to ask you about.

I... I know it's hard,

but can you tell me
what happened?

Did you know about her heart
defect before it killed her?

(stammers):
She had a murmur, yeah,

but that wasn't what killed her.

She died when a floor collapsed
during a birthday party.

Who told you it was her heart?

McGEE:
This collapse is

the missing link
between our two victims.

And Westbay was

the lead OSHA
investigator.

Victor King supplied
the steel rebar

that buckled.

But Westbay's final
report cleared

King's company
of all wrongdoing.

- Dodged a bullet again.
- And with a little help, I bet.

Westbay had a history
of taking bribes.

And King had a history of making them--
now, I'm not really great

at math, but I
can do it here.

King's crappy steel killed
Amber's daughter,

and Westbay covered it up.

Amber still here?

Uh, psych hospital

says they are not coming
for another 20 minutes.

Well, I think we
found our motive.

(sighs):
Well, who could blame her?

I mean, I don't know what I'd do
if somebody killed my daughter.

Or whatever I'm having.

Oh, yeah, speaking of that,
Bishop told me

you were thinking about hacking
your doctor's office.

I just think that's...

I know. I know. It's-it's crazy.

No, I was gonna say genius.

It's also illegal.
Yeah.

You know what?
Since you're a fan of the idea,

just out of curiosity,

I want to see how secure

our doctor's system is.

I mean, it's not like
you're hacking anyone.

Right, right, right. It's just
a good thing to know these days.

I totally get it.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.
What's going on?

Someone put up a firewall

between the doctor's IP
address and my work computer.

The only person
that knows both IPs is Delilah.

Oh, snap.

I'm a dead man.

AMBER:
Uh, I don't understand.

What is this?

The accident
that killed your daughter.

No, I... I told you,
my daughter died in her sleep.

No, we're not doing this.

Amber, listen to me...
I don't know

what you're up to, uh,

but my daughter...

died in her sleep.

That's not what the report says.

Peacefully.

In... her sleep.

Hey, I know this is really hard.

No, please, stop.

Stop.
Amber, we spoke

to your ex-husband.
No.

He told us what happened.

(yelling):
No!

Those scumbags.

They got what they deserved.

They killed my daughter.

They killed her,

and they tried
to cover it up.

No.

No, thank you.

No... freaking...

thank you.

BISHOP:
Amber refused to accept

the building collapse
was an accident.

So she started digging
and learned that King

was under investigation.

Eventually, she
hacked his computer,

found the bribe to Westbay.
VANCE: If she had evidence,

why not go to the authorities?

She saw the navy had
been after him for years,

but couldn't make a case.

So I guess she wasn't willing
to take the chance

that he could get away again.

Yeah, I guess I could
relate to that.

Unofficially.

And the ex-husband had no idea?

No, all this time,
he thought that

she had moved on
from their daughter's death.

Had that wrong.
Yeah, and then some.

I guess this makes more sense
than Amber being psychic.

Yeah, well, we had
that wrong, too.

Yeah, I was waiting for
the “I told you so.”

This is Bishop.
Agent McGee's been

running around here
like it's Christmas.

But is it me, or are you
actually a little disappointed

that Amber's not
the real deal?

Oh, hell, Leon,
a lot of things

to be disappointed with
on this one.

Yeah, I didn't just see
this case ending like this.

Well... (sighs)
it's not over yet.

That was the psych hospital
that picked Amber up.

Transport van never
made it back.

And they can't get ahold
of the driver.

McGee, talk to me.
Still no word from the driver.

And the van transporting Amber
was due an hour ago.

- Traffic?
- Not that would account for the delay.

Or the driver not
answering his phone.

- Bishop, BOLO.
- On it. - I just heard.

McGee, Torres,
cell phone and credit cards.

BOTH: On it.
Think Amber tried to escape?

You tell me.
I don't think so.

She seemed like a woman
ready to do her penance.

That's not what my gut's
telling me.

And what's that?
McGEE: Boss.

State police just found
the van.

It was in an accident
off a rural highway.

No sign of Amber.

Bishop, location.

Gibbs, what's your gut
telling you?

Listen to the gut.
Gibbs!

Where's the passenger?

No clue.
Gone when I came to.

My partner was taken
to the hospital.

What happened?
Steering went out.

I thought I was a goner,

but my guardian angel must
have been looking out for me.

Why is that?

There was, um, a branch

sticking out of the
tree trunk that we hit.

It was about to take
my head off,

but the van swerved
at the last second.

All by itself.

It was the damndest thing.

BISHOP: Gibbs,
got something.

So, I assume these are used
to help patients relax

on the way to the hospital.

It looks like Amber found
another use for them.

It looks like she booted
the tablet into the firmware,

and used it to
take control of the van.

You mean crash the van.

And got hurt
in the process.

GIBBS:
Her or the driver?

Sloane was wrong.

She is running.

I hope so.
Whatever she's doing,

she took one of the tablets.

Can you track it?

McGee can, if Amber goes online.

Yeah, yeah.
Come on, do it.

(line rings)

Bishop, we got a problem.

Uh, I'm here with Gibbs.

Gibbs, we have a problem.

Someone's trying to
access our system.

What are they looking for?

ABBY: The files we got from DoD.

The case against
Victor King.

I think Amber's gone online.

Let her in.
BOTH: What?

Let her in.

You want to see what
she's looking for.

Uh, boss, I think that's
a really bad idea.

Do it!

Okay, she's in.

BISHOP:
What's she looking for?

An address

from a personnel file.

Let me pull it up.

Wait, that's Box Guy.

He was delivering files
the other day.

The-the civilian investigator
from DoD.

Call him.
ABBY: Why would Amber

suddenly be interested
in this guy?

I don't know,
but he's not answering.

GIBBS: Get Torres.
Tell him to meet us there.

(phone chimes)

Okay, sitrep?

Neighbor IDed Amber,

said she went in
a side door.

McGee's out back,
has eyes on the target.

What's she doing?
Same thing she's been doing.

I knew it was you.

What was me?

I had forgotten,
but now... I remember.

You're the reason

Victor King never
went to jail.

You're the reason

my daughter is dead.

(Amber speaking indistinctly)

Boss, we got a problem.

GIBBS: Bishop,
cover the front.

Torres, on my go.

Every new lead that
came into your office

you'd slip to King.

Please...

That's how he stayed one step
ahead of the investigation--

bribing you.

I-I still have the money.

If he'd gone down...

that building would never
have been built.

My daughter would
still be alive.

The cash is yours
if you want it.

Every dime.

You think it's money I want?

Go.

Amber, put the gun down.

Time to face the music.

What are you waiting for?
Shoot her.

Drop it.

Shoot her,
she's gonna kill me.

No, she is not.
Are you, Amber?

No...

I'm not.

I took the bullets out.

Not so good with guns.

Is the driver okay?

I know you guys
got to arrest me again,

but just please tell me that
you're gonna arrest him, too.

What the hell is
going on here?

Like she said...

time to face the music.

The cash is yours,
if you want it.

Every dime.

DUCKY:
So, Amber

actually identified
three people she blamed

for her daughter's death?
Yep.

And she got to two of them,
but DoD sent the third overseas

before she could whack him.

By the time he was
back in the States,

her fugue had ended,

and she repressed
the entire episode.

Bottled it up tight.
Till we uncorked her.

But this time around,

Amber didn't want
to kill number three,

she just wanted
an airtight confession.

- How much trouble is she in?
- A lot.

She'll stand trial.

I'm sure her lawyers will make
a mental-disorder defense.

Well, if she hadn't
earned it, no one has.

AMBER: May I say good-bye
to Agent Gibbs?

That's why we
came down here.

I just want to thank you.

For what?

For helping me remember.

It was easier

not knowing how Julia died.

but it shouldn't be easy.

And I also want
to ask you something.

You made it crystal clear
right out of the gate

that you didn't believe
I was hearing voices,

but then later,

I could swear
you seemed disappointed

that... I wasn't.

Or am I wrong?

Take care of yourself.

(elevator bell dings,
doors slide open)

Well, probie,
was she wrong?

'Cause hearing voices,
seeing dead people--

I don't know.

Psychic seems like a better
option than the alternative.

An emergency ultrasound?
I thought you couldn't have one.

McGee?
Is everything okay?

It's Delilah.

Something unusual came out
in her blood work.

How bad is it?

No, I haven't checked my e-mail.

Are they sure?

Okay, um, all right,
just stay calm.

Uh, everything's gonna be fine.

We're gonna handle this,
no problem

Wait, wait, wait, wait.
Your mom can wait.

No, just don't hang up on...

I gotta check my e-mail.

Yo, what's going on, man?
What's happening?

Is there anything
we can do?

Huh.

Delilah's fine.

There was a scare, but
everything's gonna be okay.

You don't look like
you're gonna be fine.

That's 'cause I also
just found out

the sex of my baby.

It's not exactly
what I was expecting.

Well?

It's a boy.

Yeah!
Yeah!

There you go.

And a girl.

Oh...

Aw... McGee...

(Bishop and Torres chuckle)

(chuckles)

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